As an artist and a child of the 21st century my practice is informed by what I have seen of the world, and thanks to the internet I have seen more in my two decades on this world than many of my ancestors could have seen in their lifetimes. Of course, a vast majority of the things I have seen, I have never experienced, influenced by a degree of separation, overly curated, antisocial, and cold. Perhaps this is where my fascination with the past emerged.
The 1920s was a decade of political stability, growing women’s rights, improving living standards, hedonism, a surge in occultism, maximalism, community, friendship, romance, scandal, a world of possibility before our senses were dulled by technology. While the 1920s was no utopia, it has been immortalised as a decade of spectacle and hedonism, much like the techno-capitalism of today. Perhaps my obsession with the empty hedonism of it all is my reaction to the undeniable absence of community under capitalism as culture homogenises and loneliness reigns. I cannot help but feel a burning desire to depict the spectacle if only to highlight the absence within it.
As a visual artist I have developed an abstract, almost cartoonish style in my visual art, and often use symbolism, colour theory and hidden references to add further meaning to my art, I also primarily focus on the female experience and deeply consider my art to be feminist. I primarily make oil paintings, but also prints, drawings and occasionally, sonic art.